Distraction: The great intensity, novelty, or attractiveness of something other than the object of attention.

Sven is a man who takes pride in his ability to separate himself from his emotions. He's a man who knows who he is and where he’s going in life, a man who needs no one, because needing someone, anyone, is a weakness.

His past taught him love isn’t enough.

Maggie wants the happily ever after, but has never picked the right men, or stuck around long enough, to build a forever. It’s always been easier to get out early, before emotions make things messy.

When Maggie wakes up naked in Sven’s bed, with no memory of the night before, these two must be honest about their feelings and face their fears, so they can build a future together.

Will love be enough for them to get their happy ending together, or will a threat from outside strike them down before they ever have a chance?

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.

We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.

It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.

I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the next chapter in our story.

Loving two people is never easy, and Tommy Blade fights every day to ensure that his wife and his lover know that he loves them both equally. A commitment ceremony solidifies their pledge to one another and brings them closer together. Jessi Blade is a lucky girl. With animosity behind them, she and Angel share a more intimate relationship and their lives flourish. She has everything she ever wanted—except a baby.

Angel Garcia never thought he’d share his life with a woman, no less marry one in a commitment ceremony. When a baby joins their family, it makes him realize how much Jessi really means to him.

The road Tommy, Jessi and Angel travel is never an easy one. Just when they’re at their happiest, an accident may very well change the course of their lives.

When Angel looked up, there was a shadow behind him and then a cool piece of cloth covered his eyes. He smiled into the blackness. “What are you doing, mi amor? Is this your way of telling me you want a spanking?”

“It’s not your prince,” Jessi whispered in his ear.

The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he stood perfectly still. Jessi didn’t initiate playtime with the flogger, and there was an eagerness in her voice that alerted his senses. He tried to lift the scarf from across his eyes, but she pulled it tighter and tied it behind his head. A shiver ran down his back, all the way to his toes. Another set of hands unbuckled his belt and pulled his slacks down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, and someone helped him step out of his pants. These two had something in store for him, and he entertained a few possible scenarios in his head. His imagination traveled down paths that weren’t in his comfort zone. Although he loved to dish out a little rough play, he was rarely on the receiving end. “What are you two up to?”

“Shh. No talking.” It was Jessi, which somehow made him more nervous. He knew Tommy’s boundaries, but Jessi was a risk taker. Jessi delved into new experiences without the fear of the unknown to hold her back.

A hand on each of his upper arms guided him to their bed, but he needed no direction around the room. He could easily navigate freely on the darkest of nights. Every piece of furniture was mapped into his memory, from the four-poster bed to Tommy’s guitar stand in the far right corner and Jessi slippers that were always strewn on the floor next to her side of the bed.

He crawled across the mattress on his hands and knees and someone snatched his briefs, leaving him with just his white dress shirt held together by a lone button. A firm hand—Tommy’s—came down on his bare butt cheek without warning. It lit up Angel’s cock with an arousing start. Two smaller hands—Jessi’s—took hold of his shirt and yanked it off his shoulders. The sole button popped from its thread and hit the floor with a ting before it scuttled away.

The spike of a high-heeled shoe hit him in the center of his back and flattened him against the mattress. It stabbed at his spine. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but his cock grew thicker. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t talk back to my wife.”

Angel loved Tommy’s bossy mouth, and he relaxed under the pressure of Jessi’s foot. She gave him one final poke in the ass with her heel before she kicked her shoes over the side of the bed.

“Front or back?” she asked.

“Front.” Tommy answered before Angel had a chance to answer the question. “I want to see his face when we have fun with him.”

Jenna Galicki writes in multiple genres including m/m/f, m/f, and m/m. She is predominantly known for her Radical Rock Stars Series. The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1) was a finalist in the Best Bisexual Romance category, chosen by the Bi Writers Association.

Jenna is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God's Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and two dogs. She is a rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. When she's not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

Time is ticking away for Adjoa Twum. She has until the end of the year to find a guy, fall in love, and marry. Or else, her father will disinherit her from the family business.

Adjoa hasn’t had success with the dating game. No man meets her expectations. Esi, her cousin, suggests a fake relationship with Adjoa’s best friend, Kwame Opoku, to pacify her relentless father.

Kwame thinks Adjoa’s request is ridiculous. Posing as her boyfriend might get tricky, but he can’t say no to those beautiful eyes. Once the falsified relationship begins, things heat up. He discovers deep feelings for her, feelings that might lose Adjoa and her friendship.

Adjoa’s polite knuckle knock hadn’t worked, so her fist had to meet the door. He could sleep through anything. “Kwame, it’s me.”
When the door swung open, her eyes met a tall, sexy man with no shirt. The sprinkling of dark curly hair on his well-muscled chest forced her fingers to grip the handle of her bag so she wouldn’t reach out to stroke him.
A bicep flexed as he reached up to rub his eye. She’d always been a sucker for a man with a well-toned body, and this one met all of her muscle criteria.
Her gaze roamed up to the face scowling down at her. Holy crap. It was Kwame’s body she’d been ogling. She pushed past him so he couldn’t see her blush and headed into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she gulped it down. It didn’t come close to cooling her off. What was going on?
“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s seven.” She glanced down at her watch. “Five after seven to be exact. You should be ready to go.”
“I had a late night.”
Another swig of water at the sound of the sexy rumble of his morning voice didn’t help with the quiver in her stomach. Who was this man and why did he affect her like this? She hadn’t felt this way since she’d had that brief flutter of attraction in college. It had been easy to get over him when he started dating that hussy architect major.
“What were you doing? Computer work?” Please say yes. For years, they’d avoided detailed discussions about the people they dated; it seemed to be a mutual unspoken agreement between them.
“You know me too well.”
Relief flowed out of her in the form of a long exhale, glad he hadn’t been with a woman last night. Not that it should matter. Just because she’d asked him to be her fake man didn’t mean he couldn’t see other women. She didn’t even care. “Not good enough to circumvent you not being awake by now. Get going. Make it quick so both of us aren’t late.”
As he shuffled toward the bathroom, her gaze wandered down to his tight ass. Placing the cold, half-empty water bottle on her warm neck, she snapped her attention away. All of a sudden, her nerdy friend Kwame had morphed into a tempting man.

Nana Prah first discovered romance in a book from her eight grade summer reading list and has been obsessed with it ever since. Her fascination with love inspired her to write in her favorite genre where happily-ever-after is the rule.

She is a published author of contemporary, multicultural romances. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s, over-indulging in chocolate, enjoying life with friends and family, and tormenting nursing students into being the best nurses the world has ever seen. Nana loves to connect with her readers on Twitter @Nana Prah and Facebook at Nana Prah, author.

BLURB:
It finally happened, I lost my virginity. Cue applause and cheers.

For a while life was all rainbows and kittens prancing in a sky full of cotton candy clouds…that was until the demands of the real world set in.

My best friend is getting married and she asked me to be her maid of honor. She’s not worried about flowers, or the dress, or the food at the venue. No, she’s worried about the bachelorette party, what kind of penis crown she will wear, and the nipple size of the stripper who will be attending.

I’m in way over my head trying to balance life with a boyfriend, planning a penis party, and writing my romance novel. Something is bound to give.

This is my life after my happily ever after…

About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

Haze Welch has done something stupid. He's fallen for the girl he's being paid to protect. Worse than that, while he's home for a family emergency, his charge is kidnapped. As he races back to LA, he's determined to do whatever it takes to find Leighton and make sure she's safe again. He can only pray he's not too late.
I'd survived a lot, but I wasn't sure I could survive losing Leighton.
With the woman he loves in more danger than ever, Haze puts everything on the line, including his heart.
Don't miss the exciting finale to the sizzling military series, Hero.

M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn't retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.